A Time to Talk


Posted on 16th Feb 2014 07:03 pm by admin

When a friend calls to me from the road
And slows his horse to a meaning walk,
I don’t stand still and look around
On all the hills I haven’t hoed,
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And shout from where I am, What is it?
No, not as there is a time to talk.
I thrust my hoe in the mellow ground,
Blade-end up and five feet tall,
And plod: I go up to the stone wall
For a friendly visit.

-Robert Frost (1874-1963)
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Make sure you pick the right one
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A Broken Heart

How do I mend a broken heart?

My entire world has fallen apart.

How do I find hop

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Live, love, laugh,

play, fight, cry.

Time seems short when it's just you and I,

Why Did I Break Up With The Guy I Love?

You poison me with your eyes,

Your lips curving, drawing me in.

How can you trust

TO TUM HO KON

अगर अजनबी सी कोई हो तुम, फिर तुम्हें ख

saikil ke pahiy fir se ghumay

चलो फिर से बच्चे बन जाते हैं

लौट कर

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I can see the flower upon which my life grows, blooming into a rose.

See the hope an

still hold the most space in our hearts.

And then I realized

that to be

more alive

I had to

be less

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